Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ricky!

[Verse]
It's in the trunk, (yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil Donald Trump, (pop it)
I got 13 hammers, need a reason why
I should clap a nigga, send 'em in the sky
All you rapper niggas finna run and hide
I got that yapper pussy, niggas finna die
Gotta choppa, call it Donald Trump
Cause its loud as fuck and it hate niggas
Got some llammas, leave em in the trunk
Call em fishin' rods and you the bait nigga
Yeah, my name is Lil Nas
Bitch, never call me Lil Naz
Cause if you do, I promise you, Im coming thru and Im bustin ass
Gotta lotta cash in the stash
If you touch that then you getting splashed
Gotta bad bitch with a thick ass
She a stripper hoe, yeah, she get cash
My flow incredible, Swae Lee unforgettable
Pussy niggas keep talkin shit
Imma having singing to the medicals
I dont fuck wit no federals
Fuck 12, them niggas terrible
They set you up yeah I know wassup
So I keep it tucked and accessible
Yes Im in college, Im smart as fuck, here come my degree
Dont let that knowledge fool you boy, yeah, I know the street
Couldve been a alcoholic poppin' mollys, all I smoke is weed
Im so hyperbolic its hydrolics on my fuckin jeep
Wait, I mean my damn lamborghini
I do it big never did it tiny
Bad bitch, polka dot bikini
Shootin' niggas, like eeny mini miny moe
Catch a fuck boy by his toe
Take his hoe, if he talk shit, let it blow
Leave that nigga 6 feet below
Shoot a pussy nigga like, pull up on 12 like
Aint no pretending all my niggas
Winning we trending, we sending them
Pick up the Glock, 9 on the dock
Blow yo shit up, like we up in Iraq
Sellin dem rocks, I milly rock
You niggas cant rap
Go get back to yo job
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